Anna was not born because of how much his parents loved her, nor because of the many good things the world was about to give her. She "made" just to continue the fading light of her sister Kate's life. If it weren't for Kate's leukemia, she wouldn't even have a chance at IVF. She's just a spare for Kate. Umbilical cord blood, leukocyte transplantation, bone marrow, lymphocytes in infants, these are not the end points either. So much giving is not the end, and everything she has endured has not reached the end. She also wants to donate a kidney for her sister's life at stake. These are the meanings that his parents really gave her to exist. The world is always so cruel, it allows you to live happily and ignore the hidden disasters. Until one day, the building erected by appearances and lies collapsed. Only the smoke and ashes show how powerful the turbulent suffering that belongs to you is.
And Kate was in pain all her life. Those pains go beyond the love of their loved ones and the pity of the world. She was still glad that she was ill, and the pain imposed by fate brought a beautiful encounter and gave her a love with Taylor that she was committed to life and death. But God did not accept her thanks, and once again took away her happiness. The death of Taylor, who also suffered from leukemia, finally allowed her to face death calmly. That's just an end point. A relief from the unbearable weight of her life. It even means that her relatives can start a new normal life like everyone else. Later, Kate sat on the beach and looked at the vast sea gilded by the setting sun, listening to the happy singing of the seagulls, watching her younger siblings play happily, and quietly enjoying the beauty. In the stingy life, I finally generously gave a peace that coexists with pain.
The entire plot of the film is ups and downs, and every turn is another shock to the soul and another guide to the narrow interpretation of the viewer. In addition to sympathy, in addition to being moved, there are too many emotions that are indescribable. When we become more realistic because we live in reality, when we always care about who gives more, when we endlessly complain that life gives too little, when we no longer believe in sincerity and play with feelings At that time, those neglected loves are as thin as dust. Later, we found out that dust is always stubbornly in the air and trying to fill your chest.
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